Pre-Comment: The story is over, but it's still paying room and board in my head.

Extra Five N JOY!


Extra Five: Big Brother

You get a certain level of accustomed when you live in another country outside your own for months at a time. And that, CC supposed, was the reason that the pizza back home tasted as good as it did. The moment they hopped off the plane, bringing about the end to a 'very bad experiment,' as Lelouch would label it, she pickpocketed his wallet and headed to the airport Pizza Hut. Her beloved Cheese-kun had even made the special effort to welcome her home. It was a touching reunion.

To celebrate, CC ate enough pizza to feed a small village.

The day the credit card bill rolled in Lelouch came knocking on her door.

"CC!" he raged, flinging the door open so hard it slammed against the wall. His eyes were blazing, violet points of fury focused with laser point intensity at her. It didn't help lower Lelouch's rage levels to see a slice of pepperoni stuffed in her mouth.

She hummed inquisitively, as if she didn't know she was in a lot of trouble.

"Do you know what came in the mail today?"

CC blinked at him before turning her eyes back at the TV, continuing to munch on her triangle of cheese, tomato sauce, meat, and all-around goodness.

"The Master Plastic bill," he answered for her. "Do you know how much money you spent on pizza this month? Do you?"

She could understand, she supposed, why he was so angry. The inevitable had happened and they were strapped for cash, but a girl's gotta eat. Luckily, something else came in the mail today that would grant her immunity. At least this time.

Getting up, she walked over to her desk and took the unsealed envelope, passing it over to Lelouch.

Upon seeing the official seal on the envelope, Lelouch paled several shades whiter.

"What is that?" he hissed, not taking the bait.

CC licked her fingers. "Read it."

Lelouch narrowed his eyes at the letter, as if it would spontaneously combust. Rolling her eyes, she wiped her hands on a napkin and gingerly pulled out the fancy letterhead from the Britannia Group, number one national brand and choice for Sakuradite refining.

"Dear Lulu, how I dearly miss you so. When you come back from Japan, be sure to visit home. Let's talk soon. Love, big brother."

When her eyes flicked up to gauge the reaction on—

Oh.

The apocalypse had been announced by the look of it.

"He even drew a little heart with x's and o's. How sweet," she cooed.

The gears in Lelouch's head were either frozen solid or churning so quickly the capacity to do anything other than stand there with a dumb look on his face was gone. Either a million thoughts were running through that head or everything was taking the next flight to Nope Land.

CC never had the opportunity or questionable pleasure to meet any of Lelouch's family—well, aside from Clovis now, she supposed—but she often wondered what kind of people they were to strike such immediate and unadulterated fear so easily in Lelouch. And apparently they were all incredibly famous and influential individuals in not only their home country, but abroad as well, if only by their name alone. The only one outside of Clovis she recognized for sure was his sister—it was hard not to when her sweet-faced smile was plastered on every billboard from the border to Pendragon.

"We need to move."

CC quirked an eyebrow up. She pinched one corner of the envelope and turned the front of it to show to Lelouch. While the return address had been neatly stamped in as part of the company envelope, the centre of the envelope only indicated Lelouch's name in neat, cursive.

His full name.

A single tear formed in the corner of his eyes and threatened to fall.

"I don't think that will help you," she said solemnly.


This request comes in from a person who lives in a place: Schneizel finds out about Lelouch's shenanigans. This is probably late. Sorry.

Please R&R.

- Minute Maid

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